In Dreams: MMMF (Darkly Ever After) by Mila Crawford

Author:Mila Crawford [Crawford, Mila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Dariyus

(Two Years Ago)

Some people don’t believe in purgatory, but I do. I was born into, raised, and forged from it. My entire life has been a vast void of uncertainty. I easily recognize someone who suffers my fate when they’re in the same space as me, and at this moment, Briar is living the same hell. She’s a twin flame or quadruple flame if you like.

I discern how she matches the fire within the three of us. Malachi, Ezra, and I work well together. We have from the first moment we met.

We each had broken fragments, but when our tattered, bruised pasts and fragile mental capacities were pieced together, we fit perfectly. We fueled each other and provided what was needed to survive for another day.

But even though we fit, we also fed into our dysfunction.

Now, we use invisible duct tape, patching holes to remain functional. But it’s a temporary fix because each of our puzzle pieces has become frayed and no longer clicks together perfectly.

As I watch two people I love fuck a girl who intrigues me, I wonder if she’s the piece that will soothe our frayed edges and make everything finally click.

I rub the rope between my fingers, letting the rough texture soothe me. I’ve always been fascinated with the power of rope, its varied uses, and what it represents. It can bind and tether. It can bring wild, unimaginable pleasure. And it can end a life.

I’ve used rope in all of its capacities. As a young boy in Rasht, no older than five, following my two older sisters and their friends as they dragged a skipping rope down the streets with the humid rain cascading down on us.

As a teen, I threw it down a well to save a school friend who was shoved to his death by a Basij officer because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Playing with the ends of my Zoroastrian grandfather’s Kushti, which he wore around his waist to remind himself of his ancestors and his faith.

Binding and elevating my two best friends while we experienced carnal bliss.

And the moment I saw my father’s head placed in a noose as the rope tightened and snapped his neck because the Sepah accused him of being a traitor when all he wanted was freedom.

I’ll use rope on our pretty little guest, too, but not now. Patience is easy for me. It’s how I’ve survived. I know when to ponder the outcomes of a scenario and when to step in and take charge as a willing voyeur in the scene unfolding before me.

I’m the strategist of our merry band of misfits. Ezra is the leader. His purpose is to make moves that will strengthen us. Malachi is the impulsive one. He doesn’t glimpse past his emotions and the situation in front of him.

Both men have lived in impulsive worlds and made rash decisions without thinking of the lasting repercussions. Raised to be kingmakers or ruthless rulers.

I don’t make any sudden or rash moves.

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